NIGHT BUTTERFLY
#141
Mr. Jamal is still hiding behind a tree trunk by the river. He remained until the Dhuhur adhan reverberated, because he did not want to go home empty-handed. Especially when you see two cars that came around 9 this morning, already out of the gate of the house. He thought it was time to go out and execute the plan he had laid out last night.
Mr. Jamal took out a black hat which he slipped in the back pocket of his levis pants. With such a mediocre appearance, he was sure, neither Sulastri nor Rianti would know him if they did not see his face in close range.
Mr. Jamal threw away the cigarette butts that almost only left the canvas. Cigarette butts were seen strewn under his feet. During the wait since this morning, he had already finished two packs of cigarettes. The cigarette he threw away was his last cigarette.
Jamal immediately came out of hiding. Still keeping his head towards the gate of the house, he continued to walk down the rice field until he reached the small road to the house.
When he was almost at the gate, he pulled out his phone and pretended to be talking to someone, taking a slow step towards the gate.
"Yes, Mom. I don't know who owns these fields. But if we bargain at a great price, I'm sure the owner will be willing to give up his land. After all, the location is very strategic to do business," said Mr. Jamal. Mr. Bayan who was sitting at the guard post noticed it. Mr. Jamal glanced. Seeing that Pak Bayan was watching him, he lowered his head with a smile.
"Good, Mom. I'll check first. I'll call again" said Jamal. He pretended to turn off his phone and put it back in his pants pocket. After that, he started pacing back and forth against the gate. Like someone checking the fields.
Seeing Mr. Jamal pacing in front of him, Mr. Bayan got up and approached Jamal sir.
"I'm sorry, if I may know, who are you looking for, sir?" greet Mr. Bayan. Jamal smiled before turning his body. Apparently, Mr. Bayan has been consumed by the action. Mr. Jamal is watching Mr. Bayan closely. He's sure Mr. Bayan doesn't know who he is.
"This, Sir. I'm going to check out this farm. My boss asked me to find land close to the highway. I'm interested in the land around here." Jamal looked at Bayan.
"Does the owner of this house have any rice paddies in front of this?" connect Jamal sir.
"No, Sir. The owner of these rice fields from the next village. Usually they rarely come when tobacco has been harvested. Wait for the rainy season to come," replied Mr. Bayan. Jamal set his eyes on the house. He shifted his body to be covered by the gate wall.
"Who's home, sir. Big one. The only thing else," said Jamal, shaking his head in admiration.
Mr. Bayan Smiles.
"Owh, this is Mr. Yulian Wibowo's house. Now it is occupied by his wife and child" replied Mr. Bayan. Again Mr. Jamal pretended to show his surprise.
"Ooo...., the richest man?"
Mr. Bayan nodded.
"After the event?" connect Jamal sir after a pause of a few moments.
"Non Rianti's application. Mr. Yulian Wibowo's first daughter,"
"Owh, did I see that in the driveway? There's two cars coming out on the main road?"
Again, Mr. Bayan nodded unsuspectingly at the slightest question in a row, Mr. Jamal. In fact, he offered Jamal a cigarette. Slowly, Mr. Jamal managed to drag Mr. Bayan to stand behind the wall.
"We should be proud this province has a figure like Mr. Yulian. I never met him directly. But he was often seen on television and in the mass media" Jamal said after lighting his cigarette. For a moment they were silent.
"Oh yes, sir. I just remembered. If not wrong, the rice fields in front of this will be purchased by Mrs Sulastri. The plan, this rice field will be developed boarding school for his son Sulastri," said Mr. Bayan. Mr. Jamal nodded. He sighed harshly.
"Damn it, Sulastri actually made use of Mr. Yulian's inheritance. In fact he can wake his son boarding school. Ill-mannered. He's the brother of Mr. Yulian alone got nothing." Mr. Jamal's mind. Back, Jamal gave a long sigh. He set his eyes in the middle of the field.
Jamal smiled.
"By the way, whose son does Mr. Yulian want to propose to?"
"Father must know Master Izzul Islam. The leader of the Qudwatushhalihin pondah boarding school," said Mr. Bayan. Mr. Jamal scrunched his forehead. This time he was not pretending. He's really interested. He's sighing. He doesn't know that name. But maybe he's the new leader in the cabin.
"But, as far as I know, the boarding school was led by Master Liwaul Hamdi. Correct me if I'm wrong, sir," said Mr. Jamal. Mr. Bayan smiled.
"He was his father. He died a few years ago" said Mr. Bayan.
"It fits. The union between the world and the Hereafter. The other is a businessman, the other is Master." Mr. Jamal held out both thumbs. Mr. Bayan nodded his head.
Mr. Jamal sighed. Two women were seen walking towards the guard post. He's starting to worry. His hat was slightly lowered down while glancing towards the two women. Let no one recognize him. He should leave that place immediately. He just realized, the information he had just heard from Mr. Bayan exceeded the importance of spreading the video in the media. He had to leave immediately before the other residents who recognized him caught him. But he must look ordinary. Mr. Jamal patted Mr. Bayan's shoulder with a smile.
"Yes, sir. Thanks for the information. Thank you for accompanying me too. I had to find new land. My boss is fierce, sir. It can't be delayed" Jamal said. Mr. Bayan smiled. He then welcomed the hand of Mr. Jamal who wanted to regret it. He then went back inside the house.
Mr. Jamal was unceasingly smiling as he walked away from the place. His face was full of satisfaction. Sometimes he clenched both his hands. It was as if he had grasped a great victory before his eyes. One by one Yulian Wibowo's assets will be seized, including the mansion. He wants all his owners to be on the streets. With that, his grudge towards Yulian Wibowo could also be avenged.
Mr. Jamal took out his phone when he got to the place where he hid his motorcycle. After busy looking for names in his cellphone contact, he put his phone in his ear. He seemed to smile with satisfaction.
"Hello, good day, Mr. Efendi. How's it going" said Jamal as the phone across was picked up.
"I hope Mr. Jamal gives me important information. Mr. Jamal has disrupted my break" said Mr. Efendi in a heavy voice from the opposite direction. Jamal smiled. His left hand was raised on his waist.
"Casual, Mr. Efendi. Where may I dare to disturb Mr. Efendi's rest if the news I brought is not important" said Mr. Jamal.
"To the point, Mr. Jamal. I'm still sleepy." Mr. Efendi's tone sounded disinterested.
"I just got home from watching Sulastri's house. And the important news, Rianti wants to marry the leader of the boarding school Qudwatusshalihin Pemondah. If the name is not wrong, ee.., Mr. Guru Izzul Islam,"
"Agh, too long, Mr. Jamal. Don't beat around. Just go ahead,"
"We'll cancel that plan if Rianti doesn't grant my request. I'm going to get him busted in front of his future father-in-law" Jamal said with a smile.
"I'm waiting for the execution and the results, Mr. Jamal. Already, I want to rest,"
"Before a minute, Mr. Efendi,"
"What else, Mr. Jamal. Finish Jamal's business first. If it works out, we'll meet at the usual place,"
"But.., Anu, Mr. Efendi, Ee.., I borrowed money first for the operation. Ten million, Mr. Efendi, hehe...,"
"Agh, the ends of the money. It's no more, Jamal. Mr. Jamal borrowed it with someone else." Mr. Efendi broke off the connection.
"Bad. Watch out later you're Efendi. If I have managed to master those assets, your company will be bought by me as well. You will rest at my feet" said Jamal. He then got on the motorcycle and immediately left the place.